You wake up to a pretty messy bedroom, you and Al had fucked most of the night as it was the last time you could for one and a half years. Your heart races as soon as you wake up, knowing what your day would consist of; heartbreak and heartache. Alex is already awake, his head buried beneath the pillows, you were unsure to whether he was crying or not.
"Morning," you say, which makes him jump. He quickly springs up from the pillows, his eyes red.
"Good morning," he croaks, pulling you close so your head rested on his bare chest. His heart was beating really fast.
You kiss his chest, in attempt to calm him down a little, it doesn't work.
"God, I'll miss you," he says into your hair. He kisses the top of your head all the way down to the bottom of your neck. You face him, and he has tears in his eyes. It makes you so upset to see him upset, but you rapidly blink away any sight of tears that were surfacing your eyes. He rubs his eyes, and pulls you close to his chest again.
The innocent cuddles in bed quickly turn in to you fucking for the second time in 24 hours.
After that, Alex goes to take a shower whilst you eat breakfast. You don't end up eating much, as you felt sick from sadness. Alex comes out the shower, and finds you sat staring into space.
"Hey, babe, you alright?" he says. You look at him, he only has his boxers on which reveal his skinny but toned figure. His hair is wet from the shower, making it seem long and darker than it was. You'd really miss him.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm great" you say. He smiles a fake smile and kisses you gently, before pulling away and disappearing into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. You glance at your watch. You have an hour until the lads would come round so you could set off to the airport. Your heart races, everything was going too fast. Alex comes out the kitchen with a slice of toast in his mouth and a towel around his neck.
"Are your bags packed, and everything?" you say, your stomach churning at the thought.
"Uh.. yeah. Everything's ready to go.." his voice trails off. He awkwardly takes a bite of his toast and towels his still damp hair.
"We have an hour, Al," you say. Tears start to form in your eyes but this time you don't blink to get rid of them. You start to weep violently whilst Alex rushes over, dropping his toast to wrap his arms around you. He whispers apologies into your hair and rocks you slightly. You realise what a big fuss you're being and how hard you're making this for him, so you pretend to be fine. Alex wanders off to get changed and saunters back into the living room, sitting beside you and taking your hand.
For the next hour, you talk about music, TV shows, favourite foods. Everything. Then, there is a knock on the door. Al looks at you and kisses you. He strokes your face, running his hands all through your hair, as if it was the last kiss you would ever have. He pulls away after a minute and answers the door. It's Matt, Jamie and Andy.
"Hey, man, you exited?!" Jamie exclaims, jumping up and down.
They all pile onto Alex, then spot you sitting on the couch with your hair messed up from the previous kiss you had just had.
"What have you two been doing?" Jamie smirks. You shake your head and roll your eyes and stand up to hug him.
"So, the taxi is outside," Matt finally says, glancing over to you. "Our cases and shit are all loaded in there and some stuff has been taken to the airport already," he says. Alex looks at you and you nod,he grabs hold of your hand and steps forward.
"What are we waiting for? Let's get going!"
